The year is 2364.
A young child walks to her mothers living quarters because of a bad dream.
"Parental unit... I can't sleep."
"Fear not juvenile unit, I will sing you an ancient lullaby passed through my family for generations."
"I GOT BROADS IN ATLANTA!"
A young child walks to her mothers living quarters because of a bad dream.
"Parental unit... I can't sleep."
"Fear not juvenile unit, I will sing you an ancient lullaby passed through my family for generations."
"I GOT BROADS IN ATLANTA!"